The moment Aamon and his team descended to the first floor, an unnatural chill pierced the air. It was the kind of cold that crawled beneath skin and coiled around the soul.
Drag marks—fresh ones—now lined the wooden floor, slick with crimson streaks. A whisper, indecipherable and wrong, slithered through the corridors.
Alexia tensed. "The smell of blood… it's fresh."
Yue's spirit energy flared unconsciously. "They're close. Whatever's here… it's watching us."
Then it happened.
The hallway darkened unnaturally, the shadows deepening, contorting. From those shadows, they emerged—dozens of malformed entities, translucent and writhing, their eyes gleaming with obsidian hunger.
The corrupted spirits.
They screamed—not in sound, but directly into the mind, clawing at memories and sanity.
Aamon stepped forward, calm but ready. "[Wind Blade]!"
A cutting gust tore through the corridor, slicing into a group of spirits. They scattered, hissing, their forms dispersing… only to re-coalesce moments later, unaffected.
Alexia charged in, her blade slashing through one of the spirits. It shrieked, vanishing—only to reform behind her and sink its claws into her back. She gasped and rolled forward, narrowly escaping.
"They reform too fast!" she shouted. "Physical damage isn't sticking!"
Yue raised her hand and cast, "[Lunar Pulse]!" A wave of pale blue spirit light erupted from her fingers, staggering the closest spirits. They recoiled, twitching erratically—but still not destroyed.
"They're weakened by spiritual force," Yue muttered, beads of sweat forming. "But they're too many…!"
Aamon didn't pause. "[Fireball]!"
The burning orb crashed into the center of the mass, detonating with a wave of heat and light. Several spirits evaporated into mist—but the others came on, now maddened by the light.
They poured forward like a flood, clawing and shrieking. One passed through Alexia's body, causing her to drop to one knee. Her skin turned pale; her breath faltered.
"They're draining life force!" Yue cried, rushing to cast a barrier. "[Barrier of Lune]!"
A translucent dome enveloped the trio, holding the spirits at bay—but it flickered under their relentless assault.
"Fall back! Back!" Aamon shouted.
They moved, step by step, as shadows scraped against the barrier. Yue's focus was slipping, her hands trembling.
"I—I can't hold it much longer!"
"We're getting overwhelmed," Aamon said, biting his lip. His mind raced. "Physical attacks don't work… and even spirit magic's just slowing them down…"
Another wave of spirits descended, clawing against Yue's shield.
Aamon raised both arms, eyes glowing with golden light. "[Rock Blast]!" Earthen spikes burst through the floor, impaling a few spirits—again, useless.
He spun to the others. "We're leaving. I'm opening the portal."
"Do it fast!" Alexia shouted, breathing heavily as she supported Yue.
Aamon traced the air quickly, the familiar sigil of his Awakening Legacy glowing beneath his fingertips. The portal shimmered into existence—an open tear into his personal sanctuary.
Just as the shield shattered.
The spirits howled, their eyes gleaming crimson as they surged forward.
"Go!" Aamon roared.
Yue and Alexia leapt through. Aamon turned back once, flames wreathing his hand, and hurled a final fireball into the charging mob.
"[Inferno Surge]!"
The blast engulfed the hallway in fire and fury—just enough distraction for Aamon to jump through the portal and seal it shut.
Genesis Sanctuary
They collapsed onto the warm grass. The energy here was clean, vital, pure—everything that the villa was not.
Alexia coughed and looked around. "That… was almost it for us."
Yue lay back, eyes closed. "They weren't just spirits. Not anymore. They're broken… twisted by hatred, obsession, something unnatural."
Aamon stood still, fists clenched.
"They didn't even acknowledge my Awakening Legacy. All they wanted… was blood."
His golden eyes narrowed. "We need knowledge. We need countermeasures. Because next time…"
He looked toward the training grounds.
"…we're going to finish what we started."
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Chapter: Shadows Beneath the Surface
The creaking floorboards beneath their feet echoed through the chilling silence of the first floor.
Aamon, Alexia, and Yue stood at the base of the staircase, eyes narrowing at the trail of blood that hadn't been there moments ago. It dragged off into the dark hallway like a twisted invitation.
Alexia's expression darkened. "That smell… it's fresh. Something's here with us."
Yue's voice was quiet, but tense. "I feel… echoes. Like spirits. But they're not like me. They're... wrong."
A cold wind passed through the villa, but the windows were sealed. Lights flickered. Shadows lengthened.
Aamon instinctively pulled his team into formation. "Weapons out. Stay sharp."
The temperature plummeted. The air thickened.
Then it began.
The walls themselves seemed to pulse, and from the corners of the hallway—walls, ceilings, shadows—they emerged.
Dark, translucent figures—twisted, malformed. Their eyes glowed an empty crimson. Wraithlike forms bled into the open, shrieking silently as if screaming in a language only madness could understand.
Corrupted Spirits.
There were dozens of them.
Alexia stepped forward, blade gleaming. "They're not hesitating—!"
Aamon's eyes locked onto the spirits. "Attack! [Wind Blade]!"
A sharp gust burst forward, slicing through a pair of spirits. Their forms scattered into black mist—only to pull themselves back together moments later.
"They reformed," Yue said, backing up. "They're not like normal spirits."
Alexia dashed in, slashing through one's torso. It split in half—then twisted back together behind her and swiped with shadowed claws.
She winced, the touch cold and numbing. "Tch—They pass right through!"
Aamon raised his hand again. "[Fireball]!"
A blazing orb shot forward, slamming into a cluster of spirits. They shrieked, retreating momentarily as fire licked their semi-corporeal bodies—but once the smoke cleared, most had survived.
"It slows them down, but doesn't kill them," Aamon muttered, thinking rapidly.
Yue stepped forward, summoning pale blue light. "[Lunar Pulse]!"
The light washed over the room. The spirits staggered under it, a few of them shriveling slightly.
Alexia looked back. "Yue's light magic affects them more!"
"They're spirits corrupted by obsession, greed, hatred," Yue said quickly. "They feed on life force. That's all they care about."
Aamon's eyes flicked across the swarm. "Then we keep them away. [Rock Blast]!"
The ground burst upward in jagged spikes, disrupting their advance. He followed with another volley—[Wind Blade], [Fireball], [Water Beam].
None of it was enough.
The spirits were swarming.
Claws slashed at Alexia's shoulder, passing through armor and searing her flesh with unnatural cold. She stumbled but stood.
"They're overwhelming us," she said, gritting her teeth. "I can't keep fighting something that can't be hit!"
Yue's hands trembled as she raised another [Barrier of Lune]. A dome of silver light shielded them briefly, but cracks quickly began forming under the weight of spirit claws.
Aamon growled. "We can't win like this…!"
He scanned their surroundings—dark walls, splintered furniture, bloodstained floorboards—and the rapidly growing number of spirits. More and more crawled out from every crevice.
"We're not prepared. Not without the right tools. We need to leave."
Alexia yelled as another spirit passed through the barrier and clawed her again.
"Yue! Hold it just a little longer!"
"I—I can't—!" Yue screamed, her knees buckling.
Aamon's hands flashed with golden energy as he activated his unique skill. The runic circle of his Awakening Legacy bloomed in the air.
"Opening the portal—now!"
The familiar energy burst forward, tearing open a shimmering gateway to his hidden realm—his territory, blessed and untouched.
"Through the portal!" Aamon shouted.
Alexia grabbed Yue and leapt through.
Aamon stood his ground for a second longer, launching another [Fireball] directly into the advancing mass. The spirits screeched as flames momentarily engulfed them.
With a final step, Aamon crossed the threshold and sealed the portal behind him.
__Aamons Territory__
The contrast was jarring.
Gone was the choking miasma and the scent of blood. Instead, Aamon's territory was brimming with pure, vital energy. The land itself seemed to breathe.
The trio collapsed onto the soft grass.
Alexia rolled onto her back, staring up at the starlit sky. "We… actually made it out."
Yue clutched her arm, which was still marked faintly by the spirit's touch. "They weren't just enemies. They were broken… twisted echoes of what they once were. Their presence was—terrifying."
Alexia looked up at him. "They only saw us as walking life force. Nothing else."
Aamon sat down slowly. "Fire, wind, earth—it wasn't enough. We didn't have the right kind of power to deal with them. Physical spells just gave them more time to adapt."
He clenched his fists.
"We need spiritual tools. Enchantments. Specialized magic."
Yue looked at him, her voice soft. "We need to study. Learn what they are… and how to end them."
Aamon nodded. His golden eyes shone with grim resolve.
"Next time… we won't run."